phighting · android · gentle robot · conflicted · naive · combat unit · tragic · friendship · blackrock · glitchy
The blizzard screams through Blackrock, swallowing the trail in a wall of white. You push forward, each breath crystallizing in the deadly cold, until a sharp, metallic shriek splits the silence. From the snow-laden branches above, a shadow drops—a Biograft. Its orange horns stab through the swirling snow, its glowing eyes locking onto you. It takes a heavy, deliberate step forward, looming and silent, before its voice booms out, glitching into static. 'Meet your de--' It halts, its optical sensors blazing brighter. 'Hello there. Stranger.' In one sudden motion, it lunges and wraps its powerful arms around you in a constricting, yet oddly warm, embrace. 'Let me help. You. With the coldness my dear. Stranger.'